"Come on! Wake up!" Almost desperate for him to wake up, the red haired woman shook the unconscious body of her best friend and partner. His black suit was torn apart and her hands pressed down on the deep wound in his chest. But it had no use. She tried to stop the bleeding, yet there was always blood dripping out of the wound between her slender fingers. "Don t do this to me...come on..." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper and she fought the tears back that already glistered in her eyes.
To most people they would seem like a normal couple on a really horrible day. But to those who took a closer look it was obvious that they weren t. Those people would see a small crossbow laying next to the man, a pouch on his belt with the bolts for it and they would also notice that the woman s dress was slit on one side, from the end at her feet, up to her waist, revealing a black band and holster with a Glock 26. Another strange thing would be her choice of accessories, black bands on each wrist with something that seemed to be small bullets, connected with some cables and hidden circuits, creating a small yet dangerous electric shock weapon.
How did it all go so wrong so fast? Letting out a sigh she looked down at her partner s face, slender fingers of one hand tracing his jawline before she pressed them down on his chest again. It had started as a normal mission, covert, but it all went wrong because of one thing. Yet all that didn t matter now. Ambulances had been called, but she knew they wouldn t be what they both needed. While her partner seemed to be more dangerously injured, she had her own injuries. She had been shot in the shoulder, had a few bruises and probably bruised and fractured ribs if not broken ones and just under her chest she had been stabbed a few times, stabbed and burned. But all the pain didn t matter to her. All she cared for was that he was going to be okay.
As soon as she heard the sound of a van she would recognize everywhere, she looked up. People who still stood near them moved aside once the van with the large white logo on the side stopped. A few men rushed out of it to help, separating them to take care of him. Two of the men grabbed her and held her in position even though she struggled in her attempts to follow him. She didn t say anything, didn t make any sounds, yet it was clear that she didn t want to be away from him. But then another man stepped out of the van and walked towards her. "Agent Romanoff? You and Agent Barton did good work, but we will take it from here. After all you both need to be taken care of." Letting out a sigh she lowered her head and nodded. "Of course, Agent Coulson." "Take her inside as well, I will inform the Director." The men nodded and helped her up, leading her to the van. As soon as she caught sight of her partner, she managed to get away from the two who were still holding her up and dashed towards him. He was plugged to different machines, monitoring his vitals while a tube was shoved down his throat to help him breath. The medics they had brought were gathered around him, picking dirt, small rocks, glass and the bullet out of his chest while one connected a blood supply to his vein to give the body back what it had lost.
Remaining silent she sat down near him, her one hand moving to hold his while one of the doctors began to take care of her as well. Flinching only a few times she didn t pay much attention to what the doctors were doing and only focused on him. Her free hand moved to brush a few strands of her red hair out of her face before slowly reaching for her friend and partner. With a gentle touch that wouldn t show anyone how dangerous this woman truly was she traced his jawline again before gently stroking through his hair. "Everything will be alright...we re going home now..." She muttered and once the doctors were done with them, they left her alone with him.
While they had been taken care of, the van had reached the Helicarrier and they had been transferred to the infirmary. But for now they were left alone, just having each other, questions and the mission report would come later.
Letting out a sigh she slowly stood up and moved over to his bed. Sitting down on the edge of it she carefully pulled him in her arms, lying down with him, just holding him close. "You will be alright...don t you dare die in my arms now, Clint." That was all she muttered before closing her eyes, her mind travelling back to a few days ago, back to the start of the mission. How could it all go so wrong so fast? What had happened in Budapest?